Even though there were only a few hundred cultivators below the Human Immortal Realm, the sorrowful, resolute, and indignant aura that they'd gathered together to form was vast and mighty, and it filled the heavens and the earth and shook the hearts of all.
"They really have the essence of mourning soldiers." In the face of such a scene, as their enemy, Shi Xuan could not help but praise them. He thought of the phrase "mourning soldiers will win" that he had learned in his previous life.
Moreover, Shi Xuan, who was operating the heart sutra of the Three Talents Destruction Swordsmanship, saw a few transparent and scarlet blood-like thin lines behind the golden Buddha light formation. They were gathered from even smaller threads, and all of them were pointing straight at him like a spear. It was the killing intent of humans.
Therefore, no matter how much Shi Shuan admired their momentum, willpower, and beliefs, as enemies, the greatest respect he could give them was to use his full strength to crush and destroy them in a fair and square manner.
In the bright yellow agarwood chariot, an ink landscape painting flew to the top of Shi Xuan's head and slowly unfolded. It evolved into a picture full of chaos and a space of its own, mysterious and vast.
A purple flying sword floated in front of Shi Xuan's chest. It was bright and colorful, shining with dignity and sharpness. It swayed gently as if it was eager to have a try, but also as if it couldn't wait.
Shi Xuan pointed his finger, and the purple flying sword suddenly turned into a bright purple sword light and shot out. The chaotic picture above his head seemed to connect with the purple sword light through thousands of mountains and rivers, passing through many obstacles.
In the capital's formation, Guo Yuquan, Xiao Jing, and others only saw a purple light flash, and then it turned into a bright starlight in an instant. The starlight condensed, with countless shining stars inside, and the one in the middle was faintly emitting a hazy purple gas.
Within this stream of starlight that wasn't thick or long and was like a waterfall, the specks of brilliant stars either formed a white tiger, formed a heavenly barrier, formed an azure dragon, or slashed open a canopy … Within this small area, they developed the stars in the universe, and it was a rather magnificent sight. It was grand and ancient, and its various changes contained eternity.
The sword light slashed down on its own, not covering anything at all. Its momentum and power made the hundreds of grieving, indignant, determined, grief-stricken, and resolute Cultivators feel dizzy, their faces pale, and their legs weak. It was not a change of state of mind, but a natural reaction of their bodies. However, relying on their own willpower, their united momentum, and the partial isolation of the tactical formation, they still stood straight and unbent where they were.
Among them, Guo Yuquan, as a first-tribulation Earth Immortal, felt a sense of danger and death.
Normally, Guo Yuquan would have fled as far as he could if he had such a feeling. But now, Guo Yuquan was smiling nonchalantly. He activated the Star Explosion Technique, the Big Dipper Fist Will, and the Meteor Gauntlet, as well as some other secret treasures, as if they were worthless.
At the same time, he manipulated the formation token and made the shadow of a 300-meter-tall Vajra Pestle rise from the center of the capital. It was golden and warm, and the top of the pestle was blunt and round. Below it were three Buddha statues, one smiling, one sad and compassionate, and the last glaring Vajra.
The shadow of the Vajra Pestle was connected to the ground of the capital, and above it was the layer of golden Buddha light. It looked heavy and sacred, like a giant pillar that could hold up the sky.
With the support of the Vajra Pestle, the layer of golden Buddha light became more condensed. There were even fist-sized Arhats and Bodhisattvas chanting scriptures in the layer of light.
Although the power of the martial adepts was not high, and they did not need to control formations, they had no intention of watching the battle from the sidelines. They each formed their own formations, and all kinds of fist wills, such as dragons, pythons, apes, green clouds, earth, giant trees, flying swords, machetes, long spears, pagodas, divine hammers, and all kinds of spiritual weapons, purple, green, white, black, and many other colors of secret treasures, all struck into the air in unison. Under the support of the imposing aura, it looked spectacular and powerful.
The streak of sword light that had manifested the stars in the sky crossed a long distance and slashed on the layer of golden Buddha light, the Big Dipper, the hundreds of shooting stars, and the lights of countless spirit artifacts, fist intents, and secret techniques that were bursting out with all kinds of colors.
Time seemed to stand still. The dazzling starry sword aura was blocked by the layer of golden Buddha light. The surrounding wind and light also seemed to stop, and the whole world was silent.
In that instant, Guo Yuquan, Xiao Jing, and the hundreds of grieving, determined, and determined cultivators could not help but have a joyful thought, They really blocked it?!
But a moment later, golden ripples appeared where the dazzling sword aura and the Big Dipper were locked in a stalemate.
At first, the ripples were very small and slow, but as they grew faster and stronger, the entire layer of golden Buddha light began to shake violently, and every part of the array formation began to creak and crack.
Like glass shattering, cracks appeared on the layer of golden Buddha light, and they grew larger and deeper.
"We can't give up, put in more strength!" Xiao Jing and the others fought with their lives on the line, as if they wanted to use every inch of their strength.
But a moment later, there was a rumbling sound, and the layer of golden Buddha light shattered into fragments of golden light. The formations all over the capital emitted a series of explosions, and the Divine Vajra Pestle turned into specks of golden light with a snap.
The formation was broken. The Big Dipper, the thousands of shooting stars, the countless rays of light, and the aura condensed from the Big Dipper were like a baby facing a strong man, or an egg facing a hammer, before the dazzling sword aura that seemed to be formed from the stars. Before they could even make the slightest sound, they were cut apart, shattered, and dispersed.
Guo Yuquan, who was facing the sword aura, was completely exhausted and unable to dodge. But he still smiled and looked at the dazzling sword aura with a determined gaze. He was about to self-detonate.
But the sword aura was so fast that Guo Yuquan was struck before he could think. He was split in two, and then his flesh and blood scattered in the sky before disappearing into the starlight.
The starlight cut through all obstacles and struck the ground of the capital with unstoppable force.
Boom! A huge sound was heard, and an intense vibration was heard. The entire capital was like a fishing boat in a storm, about to capsize at any second. At the same time, a thick cloud of dust rose up like a huge white mushroom.
It was the first time for all of the cultivators who were following behind the chariot to witness the power of the warrior inside the chariot. Only then did they realize that it was reasonable for him to kill Xiao Chuhe with only one sword attack. Shock, admiration, excitement, admiration, and all kinds of other emotions filled up their hearts.
The chariot was still moving forward slowly. That white cloud of dust seemed to be afraid of it, as it disappeared within a second, revealing the current situation of the capital.
A few hundred miles long, bottomless sword mark had divided the entire capital in half. The houses and palaces on both sides of the sword mark had all been turned into dust. Only after a few hundred meters of the mark had been cut did the wreckage appear.
Of those few hundred cultivators who had been looking at death calmly, a small part of them had already been turned into dust by the sword light. Most of them, because of Guo Yuquan's arrangement, were standing quite far away. They were only blown away by that intense qi wave, falling into the ruins of the houses.
However, they had used their last bit of strength just now and were now completely exhausted. Moreover, they had all suffered injuries of varying severity from the shock waves, so they could only lie there and watch with grief, indignation, hatred, and sorrow as the yellow agarwood carriage drove into the capital.
Unfortunately, their eyes could not kill. The chariot was unstoppable, as if they were nothing. It slowly headed toward the palace that had been turned into ruins.
With every zhang it moved, the anger, pain, sadness, and killing intent in the hearts of Xiao Jing and the other cultivators would increase a little bit. But at the same time, the feeling of helplessness, desperation, sadness, and confusion would also increase a little bit.
They saw the chariot stop in front of the palace. The curtain was lifted, and a young cultivator in a light blue robe walked out, stepping into the air with only one step.
"Is this the mysterious and powerful Zhenren in the chariot?" As soon as they thought of this, they saw the Zhenren stretch out his right hand and grab lightly. Then the palace and the ground behind it began to shake violently.
In the shaking, a mound of earth rose rapidly.
The mound of earth rose higher and higher. In just a few moments, it had become a loess peak that was thousands of feet high and hundreds of miles in circumference.
Then they saw the Zhenren's right hand change from grabbing to gripping, and most of the earth on the yellow peak instantly turned into black rocks.
If it was said to be a tall mound of earth that could not be called a mountain before, then it was now a real, but strangely shaped, bare, and steep mountain.
Witnessing this immortal technique that could move mountains and drain seas, the killing intent and grief in the hearts of Xiao Jing and the other martial cultivators seemed to have been drawn out, and could no longer support their momentum and willpower.
After that, countless trees, grasses, flowers, and even spirit trees, spirit herbs, birds, beasts, fishes, and insects seemed to be attracted by something. They gathered from all directions from tens of thousands of miles away and landed on the barren mountain.
In the blink of an eye, the yellow and black mountain became lush and verdant.
The Zhenren in Green waved his hand, and drops of rain fell from the sky.
When they fell on the trees, the trees quickly grew larger, sprouted, and became more and more green. When they fell on the grass and spirit herbs, they glowed with vigorous vitality and flourished. When they fell on the flowers, they all bloomed, and a fresh fragrance assailed the nostrils.
Some fell on the ground and turned into streams, springs, and waterfalls. The splashing water reflected light, and it was hazy and beautiful.
Just when everyone thought that the Zhenren in Green had finished, as he put his hands behind his back, the whole capital began to shake again. It was as if a real dragon under the ground was turning over and swimming toward the mountain.
The real dragon and the mountain finally connected. After a series of coils, the shape of the mountain also changed slightly. The biggest difference from before was that the mountain was full of spiritual energy. Wisps of white mist were produced on the mountainside, and it was as if the whole mountain had a life of its own, and it was beautiful and steep.
In addition, the mountain was full of greenery, all kinds of flowers were blooming, and the water vapor reflected the sunlight, emitting colorful rays of light and auspicious air. Many birds and beasts were running and chirping. The mountain was like a paradise on earth, and it was especially captivating. The hazy white mist that shrouded the mountainside made the mountain seem even more celestial.
The Daoist cultivators who came with them were all dumbfounded, and it was difficult for them to react.
And amidst the rumbling thunder, a voice as thin as a flute, filled with pain and despair, resounded through the ruins of the capital, one after another.
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